🌞 You're Incomplete (F4F) [HM02]

Transcript

Have you missed me? Have you missed my control, my possession, my ownership? I know you have.

That's why you are here. You'll be mine soon enough. But just remember, when you come into my world, you as a person, with an identity, a name, you don't exist in my world.

In my world, you are reduced to nothing. Because when you are nothing, only then can you truly be anything. Anything that I want you to be.

Of course, just for my pleasure and amusement. Submitting yourself to my any and every whim. Now what I want you to do is slow your breath down.

So breathe nice and deep and slow. And while you breathe nice and deep, I want you to close your eyes and imagine that there is a descending staircase in front of you. The staircase consists of ten steps.

Ten steps that recede into a shroud of seductive inky obscurity. The top step is bright white. It's so white and radiant and flawless that it seems to nearly shine.

And every step below the first one is darker and darker. And it continues that way in a seamless grayscale that transitions to that inky obscure black. The darkness that invites your arrival.

When I tell you, you are going to walk down these stairs, slowly. And every step that you take down, down towards the dark. To the unknown.

You get closer and closer to my world. Closer to my absolute control. And when you reach the very bottom, you will have fully entered my cosmos and you will be in a state of nothingness.

Just lingering in anticipation, ready for transformation. I'm going to count down from ten and with every number that I count down, you are going to take one step down. Down towards the bottom.

Down towards me. To my world and my control. Ten.

Nine. Eight. Seven.

Six. Five. Four.

Three. Two. One.

In one last step, you will be in my world. And you will be fully mine. Take that step.

Now. Feel yourself floating. Drifting.

Free of thoughts and worries. Just existing as dissociated molecules, hovering to the sound of my voice. And today, today I want to get my hands a little dirty.

Sense your atoms differentiating. Transforming into basic elements. Elements that I will turn into compounds.

And compounds that will unite and come together to form a moist, malleable piece of clay. Feel the change in your existence now. From the weightlessness that you were to the feeling of the density of that heavy, moist clay.

Feel it. Feel the undefined mass that I've made you. The heaviness.

Just a lump of mud. Mud that I will form and mold and shape with my hands, just so I can get them nice and dirty. And I think it would be fun to sculpt you into a woman.

Don't be fooled by my seemingly common and familiar decision to turn you into a woman. Because I'm not going to turn you into just any woman. And certainly not as the woman that you were before you came into my world.

I will shape and form you to please me. However I see fit. So that you will truly be worthy of a goddess.

And you. You will be completely at my mercy while I create you to please me. I press my hands firmly into you.

Into your cold clay form. And the very instant that I touch you. The moment I lay my hands on you.

Sparks of sensation ignite all through you. Through your lifeless clay formation. Feel the warmth of my hands on you when they push into you.

Let that warmth spread through you. As you become more and more sensitive to my touch. Making you soft and flexible.

So I can form you as I wish. I begin to slowly, carefully, deliberately sculpt your head and face. The curve of your lips.

The style of your hair. The shape of your eyes. Every trait exactly how I like.

Tingles and shivers spread across your scalp and face. As they become alive and fully feeling upon their completion. I form your neck.

Your chest and your back. Your abs and your hips. And I really take my time with you.

There isn't a detail that I leave behind. And I move onto your shoulders and arms and hands. Fashioning each and every finger.

Truly making you into a work of art. Everything I form becomes alive with sensation. But only the sensation of feeling.

I have yet to give you the ability to move. So you remain inactive. Still.

Feeling everything I do as I do it. Bit by bit, you are taking on the form of a woman. Exactly the way I want you to look.

I move all the way down and begin shaping your toes. One by one, they come alive. I move onwards to your feet.

Then build your calves. Your knees. And then onward to your thighs.

Bringing you closer and closer to completion. And soon, all that's left is a formless space between your legs. You know what space I'm referring to.

In your own world, the part that normally occupies that space is the source of so much pleasure and so much pain. It's one of the parts that I love controlling the most. So what should I do with that space in my world? What do I want to do with you? And exactly what do I want from you? And maybe, more importantly, what kind of mood am I in? Am I feeling tender and gracious? Because if I'm feeling generous, then I would create you in complete form.

With a pretty little tight pussy. You would be my sex slave. And you'd give me that pussy anytime I wanted.

However I wanted. As long as I wanted. You'd exist purely just to give me pleasure.

But what if I'm feeling cruel and sadistic? Using this opportunity to purge a few demons. Because if I wanted to be cruel, I would still create you in complete form.

With a nice little pussy. But I'd fashion a permanent chastity belt around that perfect pussy. Just to keep you in perpetual lust.

And then, just to add insult to injury, I would make someone else my sex slave. And you could endlessly watch them be my little bitch. While your poor wet pussy stayed horny and denied inside that pathetic chastity belt.

At least I would still have your mouth, so you wouldn't be a complete waste. But worst of all, even worse than me feeling cruel and sadistic. What if I'm just fucking bored? They say that idle hands are the devil's workshop.

And I have no doubt my boredom would result in some pretty wicked creations. For example, I could still create you as a simple servant. You'd be my pretty little slave who simply does all my necessary chores.

Any menial task I required, from cleaning to cooking to giving me daily massages. And all that would really matter is that you do your required work and be pleasing on the eyes. You wouldn't even really need a pussy.

So maybe, to really satisfy my twisted boredom, I would turn you into a living Barbie doll. Capable and perfect in every way, except being sexually useful. A deficient woman.

With just a hard, useless, solid area between your legs. So you see.